This Life's Greatest Melancholy Poem by Allenace Muchi

Someone once asked me, “Have you been so much into it”?
Have you ever felt it?
I said yes, smiling bitterly to this kid!
Thinking about the inexplicable nature of love that keeps our spirits high.


But just on the spur of a moment, I guess…
when I can be real to someone
who won’t laugh at my insanity.
It’s such a great melancholy to see a kid watching you cry..
then laughed at how impossible you are!


Yes! I said “I am impossible”.
But who knows?
Someone so great in my life said: “Nothing is impossible when you know very well
how to keep on trying!
For who knows and who can tell?


The kid laughed again.
In helplessness, I said “I want to cry” on this great melancholy
that someone sane could feel.
Yes, I just felt it now!
and it makes me live more.


But why do I need to hide my face before I could spell it out to a kid.
Something this great is life’s mystery or misery perhaps.
I wanted it so much to pass me by, without knowing the answer
so as not to feel the pain much more.


How could I escape this illusion?
When I chose to feel so much love
With someone so high
That I couldn’t reach him anymore.


Who am I?
Where am I?
Why do these questions matter a lot now?
I feel like a trash.
Someone no good.
A very small being
Very ordinary
Incapable
And I see him so high
So superficial
So impossible


Now, I know pretty well the line that sets apart two different worlds.
Like Earth and Pluto.
When there’s so much life on earth
There’s nothing much in Pluto
It’s going going gone.


They say love till it hurts.
I said “Yes, it would have to be a lot”.
When you need to move mountains
Or fly your way to the top
Hoping not to fall in reality.



You want so much to get your way out
No matter how crashed you are
For when you hope for the most impossible thing
You forget that you need to get real
Pushing through something so great
That you yourself alone
Are the only one left believing.


It’s hard to make miracles
When the whole world mocks you with insanity
And of great impossibility


I must say
You’ll never really know how it would seem
When you won’t be the person
You wish to become


And to the greatest melancholy ever known to me
This is making miracles!
Otherwise shaking it off
And forever say:


“Once I’ve become someone who wanted to be so great, high and impossible
Just to be known by the most deserving guy to ever lay my eyes on
And feel love and melancholy
Sympathy and helplessness,

And I

FAILED! ! !

(a poem I made out of fondness to W. Axl Rose)